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Catfan Russian driving is both spectacular and dangerous. I have seen nothing like it anywhere. In Moscow the traffic can grind to a standstill on some directions and the drivers just drive on the road into oncoming traffic on the opposite lane. Traffic lights are a suggestion to most Russian drivers. I can recall driving in southern Russia in a blizzard. I could not see more than about 10 meters. Overtaking me was a saloon going about three times the speed I was driving at, with a bus full of kids behind, the bus driver honking the horn for the driver to

It was two years ago on 3 June. I cannot say if it is easier now, certainly not at the moment.

Nothing wrong with Russian doctors. My Mother in law (to be) is a retired pediatrician.

Oh Jill, I do recall Dr McGrath, although I cannot recall if he was Irish. I can certainly recall the surgery as you say, next to the garage. It was quite big inside. I do recall Dr McGrath as being very kind and understanding.I was knocked over by a car on Berridge Road and surprisingly I was not severely injured. I do remember him coming to the house after I was discharged from hospital on a daily basis. I did have a moment of horror with him. I had repeated tonsillitis and was quite ill, so he sent me to the Children's hospital to have my tonsils out. I was terrified. After my

I seem to recall that Acton had an alcohol problem. Maybe that was his demon. However, I have known alcoholic surgeons (quite a few, but that was my line of work) but none of them were cruel. Not fit to practice due to alcohol, some temporarily while they got themselves sorted out, but cruel? Never.

It must have been just before 1980 when I had bridgework done by Mr O'Hanarahan as I didnt have a denture when I joined the army.

I would not wish ill on anyone, and the passing of anyone especially, but psychologically he did me much damage which persists to this day. I do not forgive him for that. It took me a decade or so to get to a dentist, and that was in the army, and as RAMC I knew some very good dentists. My mate Nigel sorted out my teeth after years of neglect, without pain and distress.

Even until the late 1970s it was my dental practice, but by then taken over by Mr O'Hanarahan, another Irishman, but a very good dentist and understanding of both the patients who he inherited, and the fear of dentists.

Indeed it was Ronald Acton. I have not heard that name in a long long while, but it is him. Nowadays he would have been struck off, if not facing criminal charges. I have some vague memories of him slapping me, but I cannot be sure. Sometimes, on this site, the names of the past should be left anonymous, but with Acton, he should be named.

My memories of Gregory Boulevard are good, but some horrible. There was a dental practice not far from the Bentinck Road on the opposite side, it is still a dental practice, and I shiver every time I drive past it. Almost diagonal to Le Grand pub, as was. The dentist was an Irishman, and bordered on brutal. He once did a general anaesthetic on me without warning and I can still recall the smell of halothane even now. (I worked later in life in operating theatres so I recognised the smell instantly) I can distinctly recall the windows which were in front of the chair gr

I was given, as a gift this Christmas, a Leeds city transport Crossley DD2 model. It looks very similar to buses I recall going from Trent Bridge to Hyson Gree. Is it the same type of bus or something different?

Rediffusion for us. I recall a little switch which altered the telly from one band to another. When we left Bobbers Mill Road in 1983 the bakelite radio switch and the bakelite speaker were still there and working.

I would amplify my previous comments that the member offline tag is very respectful. I like it enormously.

I looked at the chulla Member offline tag today with great concern. Unfortunately my fears were confirmed. I did not know until today. Never knew his real name. The shock of learning about his death truly touched me. I always bottled out of meetings because I am innately shy, but I wish I had met him. I feel he would have made me welcome. I was often in Nottingham at the time of a meet but couldn't summon up the courage. Now an great opportunity has been missed. He always seemed to me to have a very incisive mind, and he knew what he was talking about too. Decent men a

Could not have been either of those aircraft as they were both broken up for scrap long before the war. Air raid balloons were deployed over Nottingham,many of them. I cannot find an accurate number but it must have been in the many dozens if not hundreds.

I was in Nottingham and at a loose end, and had my Collins card. Collins is basically where the Coop distribution centre was, including the furniture delivery, where I worked when I was not at college. One of my duties was to sweep the floor in the area where the lorries loaded up. Now it is a bit different, but the roller doors are still there, and I recognised a fair bit of the area. Flash back memories to Nev Bradley, Wilfie, Stu,Two Cyrils and Mr Mc'Cann who drove the big wagon to Skeggy.

Ray Mallon was as bent as a dogs hind leg. Cleveland Police had far more bent coppers, but Mallon was bent as a mayor too.

One of the lads who binned the floral tributes was ex-army and is certainly not afraid of the itinerant community. Some of the tributes were on someone's property who had nothing at all to do with this matter at all, but was too afraid to remove them until someone did it for him.

I cannot recall the ending of the City Police but when I joined the police, it was in the late 70s and there had been two big transformations. One to the Nottinghamshire Combined Constabulary then to Nottinghamshire Constabulary (Notice, not Nottinghamshire Police) Although there was some vague order for everyone to wear the same hat badge, it was a mark of an experienced copper to wear the Combined Constabulary badge, and they would not part with it. (I was based initially at Worksop as a beat officer then to Ollerton as a traffic lad) I "inherited" a flat hat with the combined c

Thurman Street was nowhere near Canning Circus, it was close to Alfreton Road, but near the Gregory Boulevard end. The other end of Thurman Street was IIRC onto Birkin Avenue

As usual the experts come up with the goods. I was born at the maternity hospital on Derby Road, but my parents lived at 33 Thurman Street, now long gone. That was essentially my first home and oddly enough I have some memories of it, despite being a toddler.

I have always loved Sillitoe. I think his writings encapsulated Nottingham specifically, but also the everyday life of the 1950s and 60s when it became trendy to do so, although he never considered himself to be trendy at all. At a loose end between jobs, I tried to write poetry. He was at the Waterstones (Bridlesmith Gate?) and did a book signing and read some of my poetry. He said, "Its good" Never knew if he meant it, but he did read it with intent and slowly, before he spoke.

I remember it well, but mostly on a Sunday night, with bands that couldnt make the Saturday gigs. The front of the pub was just the pub, with the acts down the side passage and at the rear of the pub. Still a decent turn out though.

ian123. I have been visiting the Laguna for about 30 years and always get a welcome from Tony Verma. I have never had anything less than superb. Last visited just before Christmas. Superb as usual. Going back 30 years it was a regular haunt for a Friday night after the karate lesson. Never less than 3 but that would go on to about 10-15. There was never any trouble from drunks on a Friday night!

Any mileage is trying to start to organise another Co Op Reunion? I would be up for it, both organising and attending.